A barrage of wet tissue paper smacked into a poor
Kirschwasser's face as she was obediently mopping the floor of the
throne room inside the Song of Nephilim. She ignored the sopping
paper that clung to her face, and continued to mop.

"I
CAN'T STAND THIS!"

The
little Kirschwasser hid behind the mop water bucket at the sound of
his voice as he yelled in pent up anger, "U-TIC finds this
funny, eh? To keep me here, to wait for more instruction?! While I
wait here, who knows if my dearly beloved brother is tainting ma
belle peche, causing her beauty to rot!?"

The
Kirschwasser nearly pissed herself as his anger cut through her.

He began
pacing the entry way and at one point, pounding his fist into a
column, causing it to tremble. Finally the little Kirschwasser found
her voice and spoke up, "Ummm...Sir? Would...would playing a
game help, sir? To ease your mind?"

He
paused, intrigued and entertaining the notion. He slightly turned to
face her with a quizzical look on his face, and finally said, "What
kind of games?"

The
Kirschwasser then calmed down a bit and fumbled with the hem of her
skirt as she listed the games that first came to mind, "Well,
Sir, there's chess, tag, hide and seek, soccer, cards,
badminton,..."

"SOCCER
TIME!!!!", he shouted and instantly a whistle materialized in
his hands and as he blew on it, all of his loyal Kirschwassers came
out running with jerseys on. "LET'S PLAY!!!"

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